A Catty Disposition

Sunday August 14

   I got to sleep in today. Like sleep in, sleep in. Like it was 6:00 am and I was still asleep. It was 7:00 am and I was still asleep. You won't even believe it but it was 8:00 am and I was still asleep!! Y'all, I didn't open my eyes until the cat meowed right in my face at 8:30 this morning!! Holy sweet baby Jesus, Mary, and Joseph did that feel great!! For about 10 minutes. 

   There were plans today to get the apartment more set up. We were going to move boxes to proper rooms for subsequent unpacking. Now for a person who actually did very little today I am pooped like none other. Part of that might just be because I have had nothing else to drink today but beer. In my defense I was missing WI again and the beer was Miller High Life, so get off my back. The other reason I feel so overworked after doing so little is because, of course, of Amelia. 

   Now when Jeremy and I got here and we did our initial shopping for the necessities, we were super excited to get Amelia a new litter box and this time to actually use litter box liners, because, ya know, cat poop is gross. This morning though, major backfire. With a capital M. Oi. Lemme tell ya. As I said I didn't have to wake up until the beautiful hour of 8:30. And I woke up to the cat. Once kitty saw I was awake and her mission was fulfilled she moved on to her next task. Apparently this was breaking in the new litter box (with the new litter liner). 

   The scratching noises came from the bathroom at about 8:33. I had just woken and didn't pay it much mind. When the clock struck 8:45, however, and still a frantic scratching noise was being emitted from said bathroom I (sent Jeremy) went to investigate. As it turns out Amelia did in fact go to use her new litter box for the first time but the litter liner did her little good. Somehow we assume she either kicked up some litter or the bag bounced back some litter into one of her eyes. Our poor girl.

   Amelia is our precious little girl, and a delicate flower at that. So when something is bothering her she likes to put on quite a show. Even though we know that sometimes she lays it on thick we kind of started to freak out. Research immediately commenced on veterinarians in the area (all closed on Sundays), products were tracked down and researched, until finally we found a pet supply store in the area. We found the right eye wash made for cats, and off we went to purchase our only hope to save our kitty from mild to severe discomfort. Little did we know that these efforts would create a mild discomfort of our own.

   So you know how cats stereo-typically have a dislike for water? Well they like it even less when it is being squirted into their eyes. Of course, I don't like eye drops either, but I don't scratch the living hell outta the person helping me when I need to flush out my eyes. Wowza did she freak out. And I'm not blaming Jeremy, but it is Jeremy's fault. Here's how it happened. I was holding Amelia, which also included holding open her bad eye. Jeremy poised the bottle of eye drops toward her eye, and totally missed. As soon as Miss Amelia figured out what was going to happen with that bottle she flipped. Literally, as it so happens. She flipped around in my arms and attempted to bolt. I was able to calm her down and we got some drops in, but she made sure to fuss about it when it was all done. 

   I don't want any of you to worry too much about our precious and pretty pretty princess. She will be okay. Later tonight we cornered her one more time and I was able to flush out some more gunk with the eye solution. She is opening it a little more, but if we don't see enough improvement we found a vet in the area that we are planning to take her to.

    When Jeremy and I finally realized that Amelia was in no mortal peril we did finally get some things around the apartment accomplished. For instance we moved around some bookshelves, vacuumed the living room floor, got some food stored in cupboards, and Jeremy drank a big ol beer.

Big ol beer was a LAGER

Along with all the beer we drank today we also discovered something amazing about New York pizza.

My side is the one with yummy yummy mushrooms

 A New York personal pizza is a WI small, a NY small is a WI medium, a NY medium is a WI Larger, and a NY large is leftovers for 4 days. Here's hoping we don't get fat over here! Cheers, all!